The old man on the banner stood tall, though he was not particularly burly. A green robe around him trailed two or three zhang behind, winding like a flowing green river. His cheeks were somewhat long, his features lean and refined, with three wisps of green beard hanging before his chest. His phoenix eyes were slightly narrowed, carrying an air of looking down upon the world.
Yet his most striking feature was his exceptionally prominent forehead. About two inches above the space between his brows was a high bulge, like a mountain rising from level ground—an extraordinary man born with extraordinary features.
The moment Shen Luo met the old man's gaze, the Nameless Art within him began circulating on its own. His Divine Thought seemed to be drawn by an invisible force and drifted directly into the old man's eyes.
There lay a void-like starry sky. Shen Luo's Divine Thought floated within it, and he soon saw fragmented memories, each containing scenes from the old man's life.
Shen Luo examined them one by one. Most showed the old man roaming the rivers and lands of the ancient world, commanding river waters as he cultivated, along with countless experiences of fighting and killing others.
The more Shen Luo watched, the more shocked he became. He also confirmed the old man's identity: he was none other than the ancient Water God Gonggong.
And every opponent Gonggong had faced in his memories was an ancient great power capable of moving mountains and overturning seas. Among them was a red-haired man who could burn rivers and boil seas with his fire arts, refining all living beings.
Every one of these incomparably precious memories contained the essence of cultivation and battle. Shen Luo gained immense benefits merely by observing them, and his joy was difficult